Free Captive Curves by Christa Wick

Undercover DEA agent Dean Ramirez already has one dead body on his conscience when plus-size beauty Garnet Williams accidentally walks in on a drug deal gone bad. With the two members of the Mexican cartel in the room more than ready to slit the woman’s throat, he has to think fast to save her without blowing his investigation.
    Gazing on the woman’s pale, flawless skin, quivering mouth and oh-so-lush curves, inspiration strikes. Until he can spirit her away to witness protection, Ramirez has no choice but to claim her as his personal sex slave.
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    CAPTIVE CURVES  
     
    Sometimes going the extra mile to help a friend or stranger can bring the reward of a lifetime. Other times, it can get a girl killed. Visiting the rundown west Phoenix apartment building of a sick student to deliver his homework for the week, I wasn’t expecting any better, or worse, than a simple thank you .  
    Thank you in the form of an enthusiastic hug from eleven-year-old Jaime Gutierrez was exactly what I got -- until I took a wrong turn through an unmarked door on my way out of his building. I thought I was stepping into the stairwell. The dead body sprawled on the peeling linoleum floor in front of me suggested otherwise.  
    A single bulb hanging at the end of a frayed cord cast its feeble light over the body. Blood black as ink where the shadows touched it pooled along the right side of the chest. At the end of the corpse’s out flung arm, a young Latino carefully brushed lumpy brown powder spilling from a busted plastic bag onto a piece of newspaper.  
    Realizing my wrong turn had landed me in the middle of a drug deal gone bad, I sucked in a lungful of air.  
    “¡Coño!”  
    The door I’d just walked through slammed shut behind me. The man kneeling by the body started to rise. His hand went to his side. I heard the snick of a blade and then his hand reappeared. Gore glistened darkly over the surface of the knife he brandished at me.  
    I took a step back only to feel fingers knotting in my hair, an unseen hand capturing and immobilizing my head.  
    Scream, you idiot, scream, scream, scream…  
    My lips moved wordlessly, ineffectual as my throat muscles convulsed in fear. Fingers suddenly numb, I dropped my book bag. It landed at the feet of the dead body. Only my legs seemed capable of still functioning and I tried again to take a step back. The hand in my hair twisted, forcing me up onto my toes.  
    “Quiet, chica , and I promise to kill you quickly.” The man rolled the handle of the knife between his fingers as his chocolate brown gaze darted between the overly generous curve of my stomach and the exposed skin of my throat. Giving one last dismissive look at my soft belly wrapped in a thick rain coat, he made his decision and nodded at the person behind me. “Hold her head back.”  
    “Don’t touch her.”  
    A man stepped into the light. Like my soon-to-be assassin, he was Latino. Only, where the man with the knife was wiry and a few inches shorter than me, the second man was a mountain of granite.  
    “Fuck that, cabron ! She’s seen my face -- and yours. Are you fucking estupido